The Slayer Of Slashers || Marvel x Horror

2-19: Mind Games

Jamari stumbled through the twisting land of the labyrinth, his breath ragged and his heart pounding.

The walls seemed to shift, mocking him with their ever-changing patterns. He had entered this maze seeking answers, but now it held him captive, a cruel riddle he couldn't solve.

The labyrinth was unlike any other. Its stone passages whispered secrets, and its shadows danced with malevolence.

Jamari's footsteps echoed, but he couldn't tell if they were his own or those of some unseen pursuer.

Then His memory blurred; he couldn't remember how he'd arrived here or why.
Jamari's hunger gnawed at him.

He stumbled upon an illusion, a banquet hall adorned with golden chalices and platters of succulent food.

His stomach growled as he reached for a juicy apple, but it vanished into mist. The illusion mocked him, leaving only emptiness behind.

The walls whispered secrets. They spoke of lost loves, forgotten dreams, and the sins of ancestors.

Jamari pressed his ear against the cold stone, desperate for answers. But the whispers twisted into accusations, blaming him for deeds he couldn't recall. Guilt clawed at his insides.

In a moonlit chamber, Jamari met a spectral girl named Elara. Her eyes held centuries of sorrow. "Escape," she urged. "Break the illusion."

"But how?" Jamari asked. "I see no exit."

Elara's laughter echoed. "The exit lies within. Confront your illusions, the lies you tell yourself."

Faces appeared in the walls, friends, family, strangers. Their eyes bore into Jamari's soul. They whispered doubts, fears, and regrets.

He saw his mother's disappointment, his father's anger. Their voices merged into a cacophony, drowning him.

Jamari stumbled into a room lined with mirrors. Each reflection showed a different version of himself, warrior, scholar, lover, villain.

He touched one mirror, and it rippled like water. His reflection stepped out, eyes filled with longing.

"Which one is real?" Jamari asked.

"All," his reflection replied. "You are all these things."

A garden bloomed, a riot of colors and scents. Jamari plucked a crimson rose, but its thorns pierced his skin.

Blood dripped, and the petals turned to ash. The garden withered, leaving only barren soil.

Jamari stood before a door, an obsidian portal pulsing with malevolence. He opens it and catches his breath.

Leviathan is taken aback that illusion would have broken the minds of billions, but Jamari's mind was stronger than he anticipated.

And so he throws another one at Jamari.

Reality Was Then Altered, Jamari's heart raced as he stepped into the abandoned warehouse.

The air was thick with dust, and the only light came from the moon filtering through broken windows.

He clutched the old photograph in his hand, the one that had kept him going for years. His sister, Ellie, smiling at the camera, her eyes filled with mischief.

"Ellie," he whispered, his voice echoing off the decaying walls. "I'm coming for you."

The search had consumed him. He'd followed every lead, chased shadows through dark alleys, and confronted dangerous people.

But Ellie remained elusive, slipping through his fingers like smoke. Each time he thought he was close, she vanished, leaving behind only a faint memory.